Industrial Revolution of the Mage Lords

Chapter 437: Conquering the outside world and keeping the inside at bay
The Union's chief, Sarath, is trapped underground in the Alayeh Magic Stone Mine.

It was a rare occasion for the three chiefs to gather together to discuss important matters. Even Gallagher, the Grand Commander of the Mage Corps who had not been seen for a long time, appeared in the silver full-length mirror with a serious expression.

"The offensive against the demonic front's central hub is at a critical juncture. Why are we discussing the Federation's presence in the North with Kel'Thuzad now?" Gallagher frowned, his displeasure evident. "We can't do without his assistance right now. If our ammunition supply is cut off, all the progress we've spent over half a year building will be wasted."

The short Dawson, who rarely sided with him, said worriedly, "Yes, offending him is equivalent to offending the forum. We don't need to be so anxious to reach into his sphere of influence."

Sarath was in no hurry to explain. She sat on the chair, holding a cup of tea and smiling silently.

Gallagher always disliked his seemingly relaxed demeanor and snorted impatiently, "Even if they agree, what's the point? That's the mage territory dominated by the Forum faction. Who do you think is suitable to send there? They'll be manipulated by Kel'Thuzad, and what good will they gain?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the First Chief placed his teacup on the table with a clang, staring intently at his two old companions. "What if I were to go there myself? Do you think that would be appropriate?"

"That's not appropriate... isn't it? Who should we send? You?" Dawson was stunned for a moment, then stood up suddenly and said in disbelief, "Are you crazy? Has your soul separation syndrome recurred?"

It is unheard of to have the Federation's first chief stationed in a city branch founded by an independent spellcaster. In this way, Alaye, which already has a weak defense, will actually only have Dawson, the legendary chief, in charge.

If the Papal State of Goris were to find out, they would probably come out in full force and try to find a way to completely destroy this temple of truth and capital of magic in the eyes of spellcasters across the continent.

Gallagher's mouth twitched twice, and he mumbled, "I know you're trapped here with nothing to do, but you don't have to ruin your status and position like this. Besides, the forum can't help you escape at all."

Not to mention, Kel'Thuzad would never agree to ask the Federation's chief, such a big Buddha, to keep a close eye on him in his territory. It would be tantamount to tying himself up in knots.

"He will... He will promise me." Sarath murmured gently.

Then he stood up and immediately changed the subject, "That ancient historical rumor that's been circulating on the forum lately... you've all heard of it, right?"

Dawson said sullenly, "It's been spread privately for a long time, but no one dared to verify it personally with the forum administrators."

A high-level spellcaster codenamed "Wolf Walker" stumbled upon an ancient wizard's relic while adventuring deep into the Northern Wasteland. The ancient texts he retrieved mentioned a shocking historical secret - deep in the permafrost further north of the Northern Wasteland, there is a place of origin called [Continental Center], which is the true birthplace of the various tribes in the Southern Territory.

This unverified and untraceable "rumor" had been circulating quietly for a long time within the private chatrooms of the Spellcaster Forum. As public opinion grew, more and more forum members began to seek to verify the rumor. Quite a few, even from lost or damaged ancient texts and relics across the southern border, discovered glimmers of supporting evidence. With a skeptical and inquisitive mindset, diligent exploration and the ability to distinguish the true from the false were the fundamental principles of the Spellcasters' pursuit of truth. As historical facts increasingly corroborated the rumor, a closer and more accurate picture of history was pieced together, a source of intense excitement among the forum's senior members, who relished the topic.

Everyone is very clear about what this represents - once the historical truth is made public, the church's claim that the God of Light created all living things, led by humans, and transformed into the Divine Spine Mountains to block the invasion of alien races evolved from demons will immediately be refuted, and the faith foundation that the church has cultivated and developed for hundreds of years will collapse in an instant.

"If the rumors are true, it will definitely be a fatal blow to the church. Not only will the secular nobles immediately abandon them, but the ordinary people will also gradually abandon this false belief, causing them to lose their greatest ruling foundation." Although Dawson has always been a conservative in the Federation, he will never show mercy to the church, which the spellcasters regard as their mortal enemy.

Gallagher pondered for a moment, then asked doubtfully, "What if the rumors can't be verified? Who would dare to openly ask those mysterious beings on the forum for confirmation? Aren't you afraid that those gentlemen... are from the so-called [Center of the Continent]?"

Sarath interrupted Gallagher's rebuttal and said in a deep voice, "That high-level mage codenamed Wolfwalker is Kel'Thuzad's spellcasting advisor. Don't ask how I know their relationship... Aside from this agent, I'm afraid no organization in the southern region has the ability to send high-level spellcasters deep into the frozen wasteland to conduct exploratory operations."

If the Federation cannot do it, it means that no organization in the Seven Wizarding Kingdoms has the ability to do so. As the most powerful spellcasting organization in the South, the Federation is still confident in this regard.

Sarath paused, then continued, "Not only that... the ancient texts discovered in the ruins also mention that in the distant [Center of the Continent], there exist numerous alien races, more powerful than either humans or demons... enemies who are eyeing us covetously and could invade from the south at any moment!"

He took a deep breath, his expression tinged with resentment and anger. "And right now, we, the human race of the Southern Territory, like the demons entrenched in the wastelands of the Northern Territory, were all exiled here from the [Center of the Continent]... the losers of the War of All Races."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gallagher and Dawson gasped and said in unison, "We are the expelled? There are even more powerful alien enemies in the place where the human race originated? Truth be told! Sarath, is this absolutely true?"

Salas nodded and muttered, "Asking for confirmation from Kel'Thuzad is like asking for confirmation from those mysterious figures on the forum. Regarding this... I believe it's highly credible."

Dawson slapped his thigh, suddenly realizing, "I see! You want to establish a branch in Kel'Thuzad's territory, so you can insert our own people into their exploration team and verify the authenticity of this rumor yourself?"

"On the one hand, that's true... On the other hand, I also want to convey a message to them." Salas stood up, gazing at his two colleagues with a burning gaze. "If the rumors are true, our Federation will stand with the wasteland city founded by Kel'Thuzad to jointly resist the foreign enemies from the north."

Whether it was during the Dragon War or the great war between humans and demons more than a hundred years ago, spellcasters will always stand at the forefront of defending their tribe!

(End of this chapter)